Mademoiselle Vanderlynden had dismissed the A.P.M. from her mind with the remark that he was a droll type, and gave Dormer her full attention, rather as if he had been a dull boy in the lowest class, and she his teacher.
“When did this occur?”
“Why, in April. It was wet, or he would not have done it!”
“Did you see it done?”
“Yes. I even tried to stop it!”
“Where were you?”
“Why naturally I was at that hole in the fence. One cannot always hire a boy to keep the cattle from straying.”
“Well?”
“Well, then the troops came in. They were not pretty to see!”
“What troops were they?”